True Colors and Betrayal
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,307
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Water
Hello again, not much to say as of yet… So here we go…
Oh, thank you to Dawby, you bolstered my ego!
And to Ash and Sorrow, This chapter is for you love!
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Chapter Two: Water
Her head pounded in her ears, the crease of her eyes crusted from the dried tears. Her fingers had long since gone numb from the binding of the ropes being too tight. She tried to open her eyes but to no avail due to the heavy cloth covering them. Her lips cracked from dehydration and her parched throat begged for water. With her consciousness passing in and out, she could not differentiate minutes from hours.
She soon found herself waking to a strange sensation. Her body felt as if it is wrapped in a warm cocoon, warm, but firm. She felt and odd swaying sensation. She moaned in ache and pressed further into the firm warmth, attempting to find solace. The past few hours that she could remember were frightening. A strange musky sent filled her nostrils, giving a heady sensation. She pressed closer trying to identify the scent as her senses returned to her.
“If you are not careful little lamb, I would think you are flirting with me. And that is not advisable.” The Rogue’s deep voice cut through the haze of her thoughts laced with mirth.
She had snapped away from him so quickly, that she felt herself falling. Since she could not see, for all she knew they could have been in the air. She gritted her teeth and tried to brace for the impact. It never came. A strong muscled arm closed about her waist and heaved her into his lap, her back against his chest. He held her so firmly that he could feel her heart hammering through her back. He halted his mount and concentrated on the little elf hyperventilating in his arms.
“You should be more careful little lamb.” He murmured in her ear, rubbing one of her arms with his free hand.
Gaining her breath back, she renewed her struggles to escape. He only tightened his grip one her, urging his mount forward before he fell too far behind the party he had joined. He groaned as her soft rear wriggled against him. Goddess save him, his body immediately responded to the little Blood Elf. She began whimpering, still attempting to break his grasp. It only succeeded to further his arousal. He growled and clenched her waist.
“Be still witch! Before I take your innocence, right here on my mount.” She gasped at is vulgarity. Clasping her hips, he straightened her in the saddle, over his lap. He forced her cloth clad legs apart to straddle his muscled thighs. It would prevent her from future falling incidents.
“What do you want from me? Why didn’t you kill me like every one else?” She had asked so quietly, with defeat in her voice, he almost hadn’t heard her.
“Quiet wench! I saved your hide, you should be grateful!” He snarked.
“Why, did you save me? Why did you say you wouldn’t hurt me?” She pleaded.
“I find no honor in ruthlessly slaughtering those who could not defend themselves, there’s no fun in that.”
“But you are not opposed to raping the innocent! I would rather you have killed me.” She snapped at him.
“Listen you witch! There are worse things than death, such as those worthless sacks of Tauren dung riding ahead of us!” He growled pointedly. Hoping the message would sink in. “Be thankful I claimed you, now shut the fuck up before I hand you over to one of them!” She snapped her lips shut audibly and pressed them into a thin line. An hour passed before she spoke again, hesitantly.
“Could… Could I have some water? I am very thirsty.”
“Thank you for sharing, but…” He paused looking down at her petite frame. After the little altercation when he had found her in the inn that morning, he had knocked her unconscious and carried her away in little more than her standard clothing. All that adorned her is a small, gauzy camisole, a leather corset and a pair of riding breeches with leggings that went to her mid thigh for her boots. Anything cloth is now thoroughly soaked with her sweat. Her full lips are cracked and bleeding. Frowning, he resigned to give her some water so his effort wouldn’t go to waste.
He lifted the leather canteen from its place and loosened the spout. “Lean your head back against my shoulder.” He ordered her. “I can only give you a little bit.”
She obeyed without complaint and rested her head back on his right shoulder, her black hair curled in sweat saturated ringlets around her face and over his arm. His shoulder muscles moved under his skin like oiled silk. Her lips parted awaiting the life giving water. He pressed the canteen to her lips and squeezed it gently. After a moment or two of drinking the water greedily, a stray drop of water escaped its fate.
It ran a silent trail from the corner of her lush lips down the side of her pointed chin. Spying this droplet, the rogue bent low and gently pressed his tongue to the side of her chin to capture the stray droplet. The droplet tasted pure against the salt of her sweat, which mixed into a tantalizing flavor. She gasped at his boldness. He released the canteen to allow it to hang off the saddle once again. With his now free left hand he cupped her chin and pressed his lips into her neck, his tongue licking of her perspiration. She moaned against her will and tried to pull away. He smirked into her neck.
“Water is too precious to go to waste out here…” He said silkily.
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Well here it is folks! Another chappy! I do hope it’s a bit longer than my last. I’d write more but I have to get ready for work loves. I had a couple of questions though, if you reviewers wouldn’t mind… *Blushes* I don’t know how to do italic or bold in the text box, could someone tell me? *Bows before her reviewers* :P
I’ll see about writing more while I’m at work, okay loves!
~Anya
Oh, thank you to Dawby, you bolstered my ego!
And to Ash and Sorrow, This chapter is for you love!
**********************
Chapter Two: Water
Her head pounded in her ears, the crease of her eyes crusted from the dried tears. Her fingers had long since gone numb from the binding of the ropes being too tight. She tried to open her eyes but to no avail due to the heavy cloth covering them. Her lips cracked from dehydration and her parched throat begged for water. With her consciousness passing in and out, she could not differentiate minutes from hours.
She soon found herself waking to a strange sensation. Her body felt as if it is wrapped in a warm cocoon, warm, but firm. She felt and odd swaying sensation. She moaned in ache and pressed further into the firm warmth, attempting to find solace. The past few hours that she could remember were frightening. A strange musky sent filled her nostrils, giving a heady sensation. She pressed closer trying to identify the scent as her senses returned to her.
“If you are not careful little lamb, I would think you are flirting with me. And that is not advisable.” The Rogue’s deep voice cut through the haze of her thoughts laced with mirth.
She had snapped away from him so quickly, that she felt herself falling. Since she could not see, for all she knew they could have been in the air. She gritted her teeth and tried to brace for the impact. It never came. A strong muscled arm closed about her waist and heaved her into his lap, her back against his chest. He held her so firmly that he could feel her heart hammering through her back. He halted his mount and concentrated on the little elf hyperventilating in his arms.
“You should be more careful little lamb.” He murmured in her ear, rubbing one of her arms with his free hand.
Gaining her breath back, she renewed her struggles to escape. He only tightened his grip one her, urging his mount forward before he fell too far behind the party he had joined. He groaned as her soft rear wriggled against him. Goddess save him, his body immediately responded to the little Blood Elf. She began whimpering, still attempting to break his grasp. It only succeeded to further his arousal. He growled and clenched her waist.
“Be still witch! Before I take your innocence, right here on my mount.” She gasped at is vulgarity. Clasping her hips, he straightened her in the saddle, over his lap. He forced her cloth clad legs apart to straddle his muscled thighs. It would prevent her from future falling incidents.
“What do you want from me? Why didn’t you kill me like every one else?” She had asked so quietly, with defeat in her voice, he almost hadn’t heard her.
“Quiet wench! I saved your hide, you should be grateful!” He snarked.
“Why, did you save me? Why did you say you wouldn’t hurt me?” She pleaded.
“I find no honor in ruthlessly slaughtering those who could not defend themselves, there’s no fun in that.”
“But you are not opposed to raping the innocent! I would rather you have killed me.” She snapped at him.
“Listen you witch! There are worse things than death, such as those worthless sacks of Tauren dung riding ahead of us!” He growled pointedly. Hoping the message would sink in. “Be thankful I claimed you, now shut the fuck up before I hand you over to one of them!” She snapped her lips shut audibly and pressed them into a thin line. An hour passed before she spoke again, hesitantly.
“Could… Could I have some water? I am very thirsty.”
“Thank you for sharing, but…” He paused looking down at her petite frame. After the little altercation when he had found her in the inn that morning, he had knocked her unconscious and carried her away in little more than her standard clothing. All that adorned her is a small, gauzy camisole, a leather corset and a pair of riding breeches with leggings that went to her mid thigh for her boots. Anything cloth is now thoroughly soaked with her sweat. Her full lips are cracked and bleeding. Frowning, he resigned to give her some water so his effort wouldn’t go to waste.
He lifted the leather canteen from its place and loosened the spout. “Lean your head back against my shoulder.” He ordered her. “I can only give you a little bit.”
She obeyed without complaint and rested her head back on his right shoulder, her black hair curled in sweat saturated ringlets around her face and over his arm. His shoulder muscles moved under his skin like oiled silk. Her lips parted awaiting the life giving water. He pressed the canteen to her lips and squeezed it gently. After a moment or two of drinking the water greedily, a stray drop of water escaped its fate.
It ran a silent trail from the corner of her lush lips down the side of her pointed chin. Spying this droplet, the rogue bent low and gently pressed his tongue to the side of her chin to capture the stray droplet. The droplet tasted pure against the salt of her sweat, which mixed into a tantalizing flavor. She gasped at his boldness. He released the canteen to allow it to hang off the saddle once again. With his now free left hand he cupped her chin and pressed his lips into her neck, his tongue licking of her perspiration. She moaned against her will and tried to pull away. He smirked into her neck.
“Water is too precious to go to waste out here…” He said silkily.
****************
Well here it is folks! Another chappy! I do hope it’s a bit longer than my last. I’d write more but I have to get ready for work loves. I had a couple of questions though, if you reviewers wouldn’t mind… *Blushes* I don’t know how to do italic or bold in the text box, could someone tell me? *Bows before her reviewers* :P
I’ll see about writing more while I’m at work, okay loves!
~Anya